Unemployed

Well. It's official: I quit my job at Video Paradise.

I had called the boss and told him I was having a severe allergic reaction. At first he seemed cool about it, but then he called me back and basically read me the riot act about being sick three times ("In my three years, not one person has done that to me"), about my work ethic ("At first you were really good, but your work has gone downhill. I was going to talk to you about it."). He asked if I wanted to keep working there. I said yeah, but if it was going to be stressful for both of us, it might be better... "What stress? It's called work. You come in, and you work. What's so hard about that?" So when he asked again, I said no. I was quitting.

Fuckhead.

Now I'm having a severe panic attack and I can't stop crying.

If I can't even hold down a job at a shitty video store, how am I supposed to hold down a job of actual importance?

I suck.